" And?" Miss Clara asked."Piece of Cake. No missing persons, no runaway, no juvenile delinquentreports," He looked at Chelsea, "Where have you been st...ying the lasttwo weeks?"In my car, but it's out of gas. I had to, to umm, I had do some thingsto keep warm," She hid her face and Miss Karen hugged her tight."There's no shame in doing what you have to, to survive. Now let's goget some makeup on that pretty face."We still had two more days of school before we went home for two weeks.Chelsea was. I knock on the door, and he greets me in. His stats seemed to be accurate so far, he was tall, skinny, and had a beautiful mahogany color skin. I especially liked the way he was dressed, south pole sweatpants, and a over sized south pole shirt. A real thug looking black man; just what I like. He guides me to his living room, and pulls his sweat pants down; I pull down his underwear, and see his enormous flaccid cock right in front of my hungry eyes. It was about 8 inches soft; I immediately. Kind of. So I don’t have a problem with the whole gay thing. Kind of. But in his case, he’s like this huge contradiction. He’s big and hairy and beefy like me but the k** is SUCH a fucking cocksucker. He practically begged me to fuck him and what k** does that to his father? But, once the guys on the crew figured out the Boss’ son was a whore, it was only a matter of time before I had to join in. I mean ignoring the fact that your k** is a fag just makes it seem like you’re clueless. And. He dropped by the store in the morning right after it opened. Claire came out of the backroom where she was sorting through the mail. She saw Lonnie and smiled as he approached, but Lonnie noticed it was much weaker than the grin she usually greeted him with.“Hi, Lonnie,” she called.“Claire, hi, how are you doing?” he said. “I’ve been worried.”“Really?”“Yes. I went to our beach spot last Monday and you never showed up. You never told me you weren’t going to be there, and that isn’t like you. I.